Double Blind Experiments in Dating

Hypothesis (prediction before the date): This subject has been very friendly to get to know. He is the person I described in an earlier post who never asks questions, but who is still easy to talk to. I expect that this date will be amicable and fairly uneventful. HOWEVER two days before the date I did have this conversation with my best friend over the gchats:

Materials (the guy, the place, any other variables):

• He’s nowhere near  unattractive. He’s actually cute in a fratty kind of way, more so in person thatn in pictures. But in his profile pic it appears he has a rather prominent mole on his upper lip, and all I can think about is this quote from Fresh Prince of Bel Air where Hilary is obsessed with the mole on her date’s face.
• We went to a 60s-style bar, complete with Volkswagen Buses as lounge booths and – yes – torn up Playboy and Hustler magazine pages lacquered on the floor.  What was really interesting was seeing several pairs of breasts staring up at me from the floor of the ladies’ room while I did my business. 

Procedures (omg what happened???): One of my closest friends from college, Adrien, got married last weekend. Subject #1 is his twin in every way! Ok, he’s about 6 inches shorter because Adrien is a tall, TALL man, but otherwise they look alike, speak alike, even GESTURE alike, everything. So naturally I adored him. I had so much fun on my first first date! When I arrived at the boobie-lacquered bar, I immediately took notice of the vintage female nudity staring at me, and Subject #1 apologized for the obscenities, claiming his friend “misinformed” him about the bar. But true to legend, there were multiple vans broken down and converted to bar booths.

Not exactly twins... but could be!

Some highlights: We swapped crazy college stories since we were both in the greek system, and we also swapped living and traveling stories. He’s went to college in the South, where there were local horse races, complete with college girls dressed up in pearls and big-fancy-thank-you-very-much hats, getting sloshed and sloppy in tents out front of the race tracks. He also got mugged in Costa Rica, and to his rescue came two giant local San Jose-ians for whom he later bought copious drinks. Tourist scam? Insanely good luck? You be the judge. He’s actually traveled to a bunch of places by himself, including San Jose, Thailand and in 28 days he’s leaving for Rio De Janero all by his lonesome.

I did notice that every time we got drinks (3 total), as we sipped his remained very dark and mine looked very clear. I don’t think he tipped the bartender to pour my drinks generously because we had 3 different bar tenders during our 2 hour chat, but I do think the bartenders spotted the game and called their own plays “in his favor” accordingly. Is there a bro-code for this kind of thing?

When it was time to close out the tab, of course I offered to split it with him and he commented that such an action was a very Local thing to do. Mind you, I have always reached for the check (and judged guys who let me pay on the first date, if we’re being honest – I’m a little old fashioned), but he said that between living in the South and living in Vegas, he’s never seen a girl reach for the check until he moved to this City.

Results (the good, the bad, and the ugly): I wouldn’t say this was the most interesting first date I’ve been on, but it was definitely pleasant. I Immediately called Adrien when the date ended and told him about his twin. His only question was, When is the second date? And that’s just the thing: I don’t want to date this subject, I don’t want to marry him or have his babies, but I would LOVE to be his new best friend and hang out with him all the time, just like I used to do with Adrien back in college. Also, my roommate, a City veteran, told me that the places Subject #1 told me he likes to hang out are very sketch, which is a red flag.

Conclusion (overall rating): I’d give the date a 6 out of 10 for general conversation and fun. That said, it was just sitting at a bar and chit-chatting about college and places we’ve been. And p.s.: the mole in the profile pic looks MUCH more like a freckle in real life. Boys are incapable of picking good profile pictures, QED.